Body Language. Queen

Dreamland.

Freddie's P.O.V.

"Amazing. I'll pick you up at 8?" He asked.

"That's perfect. See you then." I replied, breathlessly.

"Bye, Freddie." I could hear his smile.

"Bye, Brian..." I smiled, putting down the phone, my hands covering my face as I giggled in shock. "What the fuck...what the fuck..." I kept repeating, giddy with excitement and almost unable to comprehend what he'd just done. It was adorable and silly and I hated him for it but I loved him for it too, I still couldn't believe that he was still carrying on with this little plan! Surely after this date, we can start acting as if it is real. I don't mean a relationship, we can stop pretending we're not dating when we're together normally...?
We'll see.

A second date. Already. I wonder where we're off to this time. I'm certainly paying the bill tonight.

And then of course, typical me, my mind drifted off into oblivion, we held hands last night, okay, only for about 10 seconds but tonight means we can do it again. The second date, what the fuck happens on a second date? Do you get to know each other more? Carry on as if we're strangers or do we get closer? Hold hands for longer? Get a little more comfortable?

Kiss?

I almost choked on the last thought. I'd told Brian there was no chance of kissing on the first date. This was the second. Is kissing acceptable on the second date? Jesus Christ. What if it happens? What if he just leans in and tries? Should I kiss him back or just give him my cheek? Tell him to fuck off to preserve my dignity? To show him I'm not that easy?
Be real, Freddie. Your dignity grew wings and flew right the fuck off years ago. You were so easy you'd fuck an alpaca. Okay, too far. That's animal cruelty and Brian wouldn't appreciate that.

I was getting myself in a right Royal tangle thinking about this, it might not even happen, it probably wouldn't, it would probably be a round two of the first date, more talking, more getting to know each other.

I definitely wouldn't be able to keep a straight face when he comes back from the shop, how the hell was I supposed to act normal after he just did that?!

I decided to run off to my room before he got back and pretend to be busy with some writing and like I was cool about it all. I sat on my bed, reaching over to my bedside table and pulling open its drawer, taking out some crumpled paper and a pencil and reading through what I'd got down, I wasn't really feeling it at all, maybe because it was sort of an emotional song and that wasn't how I was really feeling at the moment, not that my songs really reflect how I'm feeling at the time but...I just wasn't connecting with it.

"Oh come on, you motherfucker." I willed my brain to work as I massaged my temples, trying to produce some kind of lyrical content. But my brain was dry of inspiration for sad songs. All I could think about was how happy I was at the moment. If I wanted I could probably produce multiple feel good songs at this instance.

"Freddie?!" A voice suddenly called from downstairs.

I squeaked in embarrassment as I realised that it was Brian that had returned. He was obviously finding it a lot easier pretending everything was normal.

I ran to the top of the stairs where he was waiting at the bottom, "Yeah?" I asked, quietly.

We made eye contact for a brief second before the two of us had to look away as we both broke into a bashful giggle, we both knew why, but we didn't say anything about it.

"Umm...I-I noticed you didn't have any breakfast. I brought us a sandwich." He headed into the kitchen where I rushed down the stairs and followed him in.